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Father of spirits! Nature’s God!
Our inmost thoughts are known to thee;
Thou, Lord, canst hear each idle word,
And every private action see.
Could we on morning’s swiftest wings
Pursue our flight through trackless air;
Or dive beneath deep ocean’s springs,
Thy presence still would meet us there.
In vain may guilt attempt to fly,
Concealed beneath the pall of night;
One glance from thy all-piercing eye
Can kindle darkness into light.
Search thou our hearts, and there destroy
Each evil thought, each secret sin;
And fit us for those realms of joy,
Where nought impure shall enter in.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 139;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1851 | # 106 |
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